Page 67 of The Billionaire Submissive
Jaws clenched, he shuddered and finally began to move inside her. She reached down to squeeze his buttock with her other hand and haul him closer, teasing her finger deeper in time with his cock inside her. His breathing quickened, catching on a groan that seemed to start at his toes and rumble through his entire body. He clenched around her, just like her body had to be clenching around him. She didn’t dare push him too hard, not without lubrication, but it was a beginning. It set her mind to thinking about whipping his ass and then fucking him hard, having him beneath her, wild and out of control.
The sudden climax rocketed through her, bowing her back on a scream that hurt her throat.
“Lilly,” he ground out, rigid against her. “Please!”
Another wave of pleasure crashed into her, threatening to take her down to the bottom of an endless sea, but she knew what he wanted.Even now, he wants permission. He won’t come until I let him.
“Yes.” She watched him surrender. Head thrown back, deep frantic groans, sweat trailing down his chest, muscles working him on top of her, driving him to release. So damned beautiful it hurt to watch. Yet she couldn’t have looked away even to save her life.
Breathing hard, he dropped his forehead to hers, his body stilling. Gently, she eased her finger out and just gripped his ass, kneading the firm, rounded muscle with both hands.
“That was…fantastic.” She tipped her mouth up and kissed him. “Thank you.”
He leaned back enough to watch her face, searching for the truth. “For what?”
For the parking pass. The catered lunches. The aloe plants. For putting up with my dog and my messes and my filthy mouth.
For taking care of me.
For loving me.
She swallowed the lump threatening to choke her. “For everything.”
He nodded a little, still watching her face. “And who was here in my bed just now? Think about it, sweetheart. Because if you say only Lilly, I’m going to ask why I couldn’t come until you allowed it. Or why you came so hard at the thought of fucking my ass. Because somehow I don’t think ‘only Lilly’ would find it so fucking hot.”
“Lilly was here,” she said reluctantly. “But so is the Mistress. She’s always here too.”
She’s here because of you. Because I can be both with you and not even realize it.
She thought he might push harder and make her admit the truth, but he tucked his face up against her neck and settled in like he intended to stay for a long while. She lay there, trailing her fingers over the fine, lean lines of his body, relishing his weight against her, his strength and pride and tenderness. His goodness. The way he took care of so many people. She started to cry again, silent tears that plopped on his head but he didn’t seem to mind. He just burrowed tighter into her arms and let her hold him.
Without saying a word or making a single demand on her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
With the whole crew working to replace the broken pieces, they were only going to be a week behind schedule. If things went according to plan, they’d be ready to install the first window by next Friday, and every single person had already sworn in blood not to lift a finger until Lilly was there personally. Checking her phone to see if Donovan was ready to pick her up yet, she noticed an email alert on Mistress L’s client account.
After canceling all her contracts, no one was supposed to email her. They had no reason to. She’d made it very clear she would let them know if her circumstances changed, but at this time, no further contact would be welcome. She’d known most of her clients too long to suspect them of just being annoying or rude. Either it was spam, or one of them was desperate enough to risk her wrath.But will they be desperate enough to make me willing to risk Donovan’s wrath?
Reluctantly, she opened the email program. The sender wasn’t an email she recognized, but she opened it anyway.
Dear Mistress L:
Forgive me, I know I’m breaking your rules, but I’m desperate. Please help us. It’s going to cost us our marriage if I don’t get a grip on this. I’m begging you, please call me and at least talk me through it one more time.
Sincerely,
Hannah Hamilton
Fuckity fuck fuck crap.
Lilly had been meeting the Hamiltons twice a week, more than she typically offered, to teach Hannah what she needed in order to help her husband. Ralph was a sub who couldn’t get aroused at all if he didn’t have pain, and from what they told her after she left, it was difficult for him to continue to climax. They loved each other and were committed to working out their sexual differences, even though Lilly feared they might simply be too incompatible. Hannah really didn’t have a dominant bone in her body. But she was willing to at least learn about punishment for her husband’s sake.
Calling a client wasn’t something Lilly had ever done. In fact, she’d insisted on knowing as little about them as possible. Donovan’s PI probably knew more about where they lived and their lifestyle than she did, even though she’d been meeting some of them for years. Hannah had included a phone number. Just in case.
With a sigh, she called the number. When an obviously tearful woman answered, she simply said, “This is Mistress L.”
“Oh thank God. Can you see us? One last time? Please, Mistress, I’m trying. You know how hard I’m trying. I think we’re close. I just can’t quite get him there yet. If I can get over this last hump, I think we’ll make it. I’ll double your fee.”
